When Petals Meet The Blade (Priscilla and Waldo) novel Chapter 298

News of the assassin’s execution in the market square spread like wildfire through Capitalia, reaching every corner of the city.

That night, Waldo House received a visitor, Melvin Francis, who was still recounting t

the

Story of that fermate assassin,

Melvin said with a grin, “I heard that after they caught the assassin, she looked downright arrogant, not the least bit afraid of dying the even said, ‘I Yes, much as whimper, I wouldn’t be the daughter of the Northern Borderland’s warlord!”

Waldo sat with Melvin in the parlor, sharing wine while Melvin, clearly in high spirits, recounted the story of the assassin.

Melvin said with a smirk, “Get this, she even cursed out Prince Leon! Guess what she called him? You son him son of a bitch! How amusing, absolutely hilarious.”

a bitch! Hah, can you believe it? She called

Waldo held his cup, his face stiff, and remained silent.

Meanwhile, Melvin, completely ignoring his brother’s emotion, chattered on excitedly, “They say she’s a knockout, absolutely glowing with beauty. But her combat skills? Barely passable. Where on earth did she get the nerve to assassinate Prince Leon?”

Melvin took a sip of wine to moisten his throat, then continued, “I can’t tell if she’s arrogant or just plain stupid. Acting all fearless and aloof before Prince Leon. But honestly, I’ve heard of female assassins like her before. Doesn’t she remind you of that woman who once tried to assassinate you, Waldo?”

The assassins were, in fact, not quite identical. After all, the one who tried to kill Waldo was much prettier. Meanwhile, the one who had just been executed was not even close.

Melvin said with a smirk, “Everyone calls that female assassin foolish, but I see it differently. The assassination was merely a ruse. Her true aim was to bewitch Leon.”

Melvin sighed, feigning helplessness. “Such a rare beauty… Had she met me, she might have stood a chance to survive. But if she’d run into you, Waldo, wouldn’t that have practically guaranteed her a life of luxury right here?”

“That’s enough!” Waldo’s face stiffened as he glared at him. “Watch your words!”

“Am I wrong?” Melvin sneered. “Prince Leon not only beat her mercilessly, but also disfigured her face before dragging her to the market for execution. The whole city’s buzzing with wild rumors about it, and guess what?”

Melvin’s gaze slid from Waldo’s face and settled deliberately on his injured leg.

Melvin let out a snort and smirked. “You probably have no idea how the rumors are flying because of your injured leg.”

Waldo was genuinely unaware. After all, Hughie would shield him from any unpleasant rumors. He hadn’t set foot outside since injuring his leg. Waldo couldn’t bear to go out and let anyone see him in this pathetic state.

Melvin chuckled and said, “Waldo, you remember that female assassin in your house. The way you treated her was the polar opposite of Leon’s. That’s why the whole city is comparing you two, saying one of you is ruthless and cold–blooded, while the other is a romantic fool.”

Waldo’s grip tightened around his glass until it nearly cracked. “He did this on purpose. Leon did this on purpose!” Waldo seethed.

He knew Leon spread the news on purpose to hurt him, to create a stark contrast and let everyone see how utterly foolish Waldo was. But he still refused

to accept it. Waldo said to himself, “What a fool I was. How could I have fallen for her haughty, defiant gaze back then?“.

Waldo took a deep breath, then looked at Melvin. “But was the rumor true? Did the assassin say she was unafraid of death?”

“Maybe. It’s just a coincidence,” Waldo replied.